(english translation of aymara narration)In ancient times great fear aroseAmong the inhabitants ofTiahuanacu, the spaniards wereComing into their lands. the indiansRetreated to their houses in great fearAnd closed themselves in totalIsolation without food or water.They sat down in great sorrow withKnees bent and heads bowed (theyAre called chullpas) and died.They were buried in this position.Others froze to death in a standingPosition like stone monoliths(monolitos). the indians who liveThere today are very poor - noClothes or food. they seek a betterLife and move to the cities where theyLearn to read, write and do any kindOf work. they earn money and don'tWant to return to their homelands.

Night calls through the airReaching for it's solitudeDusk lures like a lyre beckoningThe quietude

In state of constant commotionFull of rage and heartless devotionThere's a need that burns within toFly away, just fly away

Soft winds kiss the landSilent and in gratitudeChildren hand in handComprehend the quietudeThrough a maze of fearAnd compulsionThere's a race for the powerAnd fortuneStill a need within cries out toFly away, just fly away

People rush, people flee, theyMove so fast that they cannot seeWork all day, up all night, theyPush and hide all the joy insideLike a wave that breathes inThe ocean and the mountainsPeak with emotionThere's a need that calls withinTo find a way, just find a way

Time to leave and fly away,To take a leave and castawayTo leave the worries and the dismay,It's time to go,It's time to play it's...

Time now to fly away,Take leave and castawayTo fly...The moon it guides my way,Winds blow to show the wayTo fly...

Dawn breaks, day descendsWith a calming attitudeShadows fall and bendWelcome in the quietude